"For you to love while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You will have sweet memories of him for solace of your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth returns,
But there are lessons taught down there I'll want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search of teachers true,
And from the crowds that throng life''s lanes, I've selected you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think that labor vain,
Nor hate Me if I come to call and take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear God, Thy will be done.
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may.
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand."
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